With these massive weapons each savage, in his turn, gave the mutilated heads a severe blow.

When they had all performed this barbaric deed, Crockett, whose peculiar type of good nature led him not only to desire to please the savages, but also to know what would please them, seized a war-club, and, in his turn, smote with all his strength the mangled, blood-stained heads.

The Indians were quite delighted.

They gathered around him with very expressive grunts of satisfaction, and patting him upon the back, exclaimed, "Good warrior! Good warrior!" The Indians then scalped the heads, and, leaving the bodies unburied, the whole party entered a trail which led to the river, near the point where the two wigwams were standing.

As they followed the narrow path they came upon the vestiges of a cruel and bloody tragedy.